The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

There happened to be an osmanthus tree where Zhen Heng was standing. It was not blooming this season. The wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling all over the tree, as if mocking his mood at the moment.

Zhen Heng still had a smile on his face, and countless eyes rolled in his heart.

Why did the little girl his father liked let him marry him home!

When the son is so sad, he can't refute that since you liked it, why didn't you marry him and go home, and if it was passed on to his mother, he would still be unlucky.

"Father, my son is still young, he is ready to study, and he doesn't want to think about getting a wife for the time being."

Zhen Shicheng tapped the handle of the fan on the palm of his hand, and frowned deeply: "You think too much, for my father, I just want to temporarily settle your marriage. Naturally, we will wait until you pass the exam to get married."

The stinky boy thinks so beautifully, he still spends his parents' money on food and drink, so he wants to hug his daughter-in-law?

Zhen Heng touched his nose.

Father is too cunning to deal with.

"My son is afraid that he won't be able to pass the exam, which will delay other girls."

Zhen Shicheng glared: "So people who don't have fame and fame can't get married? When your father and your mother got married, they weren't elected. Now, aren't they still third-rank officials?"

"Father, you were already in your twenties when you got married, and your son was only eighteen!"

Zhen Shicheng picked up the fan handle and knocked on top of Zhen Heng's head, and said with a stern face, "How dare you talk back!"

Zhen Heng: "..." If you can't say it, then do it, this is really a father.

"Sir—" A yamen ran over, panting.

Zhen Shicheng turned around with his hands behind his back: "What?"

Don't ask, there must be a new case.

The yamen hurriedly said: "Sir, the son of Yongchang Bo came to report to the official, saying that Mrs. Yongchang was killed by a candlestick..."

Although Zhen Shicheng was calm, his expression changed slightly when he heard the news.

It is not a trivial matter that Mrs. Bo was killed.

The case was serious, and Zhen Shicheng naturally had no time to chat with his son, explaining that "don't go out and mess around" and left in a hurry with the yamen.

Zhen Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Can be considered escaped.

When he was young, Mu Ai was not ready to become a monk, so he naturally longed for his future wife, but it was precisely because of this that he did not want to let his father decide his marriage hastily.

His father dealt with the corpse of the case all day, and what he admired—Zhen Heng couldn't help but twitch his lips when he thought about it.

He still felt that a gentle, beautiful and talented woman like his mother was better, and he was a childhood sweetheart with his father.

Zhen Heng shook his head and walked out.

Zhen Shicheng soon met Xie Yinlou, the son of Yongchang Bo's son, and immediately rushed to Yongchang Bo's house with Xie Yinlou's case.

Uncle Yongchang's mansion is still in a mess.

The mistress was killed, and the murderer, whether it was the uncle or someone else, made the servants panic and did not want to do anything.

Seeing that Uncle Yongchang had calmed down, Jiang Ancheng said, "Old Xie, since the people from Shuntian Prefecture are coming, I will take my daughter back first."

The old neighbor came to help when something happened, but now the officials in the government have intervened.

Although Jiang Ancheng is not a particular person, he still understands this truth.

"Today I have troubled my brother." Uncle Yongchang nodded.

Seeing Jiang Shi was about to leave, Xie Qingyao couldn't help but shouted, "Ashi—"

Jiang Si stopped and looked at Xie Qingyao.

"Asi, can you stay with me?" The girl looked pitiful and vulnerable with tears on her face with a clean apple.

Jiang seemed to soften his heart and looked at Jiang Ancheng: "Father—"

Although Jiang Ancheng was worried that his daughter would be frightened by staying here, he was kind-hearted after all. Seeing that the little girl of the Xie family was pitiful, he agreed without hesitation: "Then you can stay, and remember to ask Aman to go back and pass on something."

Well, the big deal is to buy two more sauce elbows to shock the girl.

Jiang Si walked to Xie Qingyao's side and held her hand: "Qingyao, don't worry, Mr. Zhen's case is like a god, and he will definitely find out the truth."

"Asi, do you know the governor of Shuntian?"

Jiang Si smiled bitterly: "Qingyao, you forgot,

Master Zhen has handled the case of the Prince of Changxing Hou Shizi. I was at the scene when the crime happened, and naturally I have experienced Master Zhen's style. "

Xie Qingyao bit his lip and nodded, holding back Jiang-like hand.

"Uncle, the people from the yamen are here." Soon a servant came to report.

Yong Chang Bo slowly let out a breath of turbid air and strode to greet him.

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart when he saw Yong Changbo.

He has seen a lot of the grief of the bitter master after his relatives suffered a disaster, but every time he deals with the bitter master, he still has relatives in his heart.

However, as a person investigating the case, the preconceived impression is not desirable. Many victims are the so-called bitter masters. Even though Uncle Yongchang took the initiative to report the case, it cannot be considered that Uncle Yongchang is completely unsuspected without careful investigation.

"Uncle's condolences." Zhen Shicheng bowed to Yong Changbo.

Uncle Yongchang returned the salute with a wry smile: "Lord Lao Zhen is here."

"The duty is to go all out." Zhen Shicheng finished the courtesy and went straight to the topic, "I have heard the prince tell the general situation. Is it because of the fingerprints left in the closet that the murderer was sure that the murderer was hiding there?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Jiang Shi.

Zhen Shicheng, such a keen person, immediately followed the eyes of everyone.

Two girls stood side by side, one tall and the other short, he directly ignored the shorter girl, and all his attention was drawn to the tall girl.

It's that little girl again!

At this moment, Mr. Zhen, who was full of joy and anger, couldn't help showing a slightly surprised expression.

Why can I meet this little girl every time at the murder scene?

Lingwu Temple was like this, Changxing Hou’s Mansion was like this, and Yongchang Bo’s Mansion is still like this today.

Xie Qingyao bowed to Zhen Shicheng: "Sir, my friend found the fingerprint, and the little girl saw it too."

Zhen Shicheng's gaze towards Jiang Si became more and more subtle.

He heard from his son Yongchangbo, Yongchangbo woke up and found a candlestick in his hand, believing that he had killed his wife and wanted to commit suicide, but he calmed down after finding out that the murderer was someone else.

Now it looks like it's the girl's fault again.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his long beard habitually.

Since Mrs. entered Beijing, the clothes have been folded, the food has tasted, and even this beard has been combed, which feels strangely comfortable.

Zhen Shicheng thought to himself that if this little girl was a man, he would make an exception, and at least give her a head dangdang.

"In that case, let's go to the place where the crime happened first. By the way, I told the disciples not to let anyone in the house go out."

Xie Yinlou interjected: "The boy has already instructed the doorman."

Zhen Shicheng nodded in satisfaction, and as Uncle Yongchang went to the main courtyard, the Xie family brothers and sisters followed closely.

Aman was bored guarding the door, and when he saw a group of people approaching, his face blocked the door.

Zhen Shicheng recognized this little girl and couldn't help but look at Jiang Si.

Jiang Si explained: "The little girl is worried that someone will take advantage of the chaos and destroy the clues, and let the maid stay here."

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart.

He said, the son is not up to expectations!